Chapter 2: shooting range
Roach lied on his bed, staring at the dim light in his room. Him and Ghost were now the only ones in the 141 base. Ghost stayed in his room most of the time, but he would walk out when roach was watching cartoons or some random gun show. He always was on his laptop, typing like crazy. Roach sighed and sat up. 'Well, might as well train. Got nothing better to do.' The thought, pulling on a black t shirt and his combat boots. He grabbed his handgun from the night stand and walked out of his room. He glanced down to Ghost room at the very end of the hall, nothing. He turned and headed to the indoor shooting range, since it was pouring rain outside.
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Roach reloaded his M4A1. He had lost count of how many rounds he had gone through. He aimed down his sight, trying to hit the middle of the target, when a bang caught him by surprise. He watched as the random bullet hit the middle perfectly. He spun to find Ghost standing beside him with the ACR.
"Damn it Ghost! How the hell are you so quiet?" Ghost glanced at him.
"You just don't pay attention." Roach glared at him.
"I pay attention, a lot of attention!" Ghost snickered.
"Sure you do mate." Roach murmured something and watched as ghost took over the range. He sighed and walked over to the weapon table, putting his gun down. He pulled his combat knife out. He flipped over in his hand, and then flipped it again. He glanced back up at ghost, who was reloading his gun. This reminded him of his first few days at the base… being tested and shown the ropes of the 141. He smiled before heading over to a target used for knife practice.
He swung the knife, scratching the target in the middle. Ghost had stopped firing rounds and was now sitting on a bench, typing again. Roach started flipping his knife again, a habit MacTavish had yelled at him for plenty of times. Before he had time to react, he felt the cool metal of the blade instead of the handle hit his palm. He yelped, dropping the knife to the floor. He closed his hand and pushed it against his chest. "You alright mate?" he heard Ghost voice. His eyes widened. He couldn't look week and stupid in front of Ghost.
"Y-Ya, I'm fine." He mentally hit himself when he heard his voice shaking. "I-I'm tired so I'm going to bed…" he turned and began for the door, holding his now throbbing hand. He stopped when he felt Ghost grab his shoulder.
"Show me."
"Show you what?" Roach asked, trying to act stupid. Ghost spun him around so Roach was facing him, he held his hand out.
"Show me your hand." Roach shifted his whate to his other foot the pulled his hand from his chest, resting it in Ghost open one. He couldn't help but blush when the hold got tighter. "Bloody hell…"
"What, it's just a scratch…" Ghost sighed and hit him in the back of the head.
"Well that's on big ass scratch you got there." Roach glared at him. "Come on, let's get you fixed up." He took Roaches good hand and led him down to the infirmary.
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Ghost finally finished tending to Roaches cut, wrapping it. After practcally having to tie a struggling, whining Roach down.
"There. Keep that covered for a week." Roach nodded, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.
"Thank you…" Ghost smiled and patted Roach on the Shoulder.
"Be more careful…. Please." Roach shot his vision to Ghost. He had never heard Ghost say 'please'. Roach was failing at hiding his blush now.
"O-ok…" Ghost began to walk out. Stopping at the door way.
"I'll be in my room if you need me." Roach could have died on the spot. The man he had fallen for was helping him and being nice to him. Once Ghost had left, Roach smiled and looked at his hand. 'Defiantly worth it, got to love accidents sometimes' He snickered and walked back to his room.